getting to the other side
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
A real-life story from the autumn of 2016. *** The car headlights swept over a small body as I turned left into the unpaved cul-de-sac where I lived. A…
This painting by fine artist and FB friend Don Bruner captured my attention. The subject is the downtown Almonte, Ontario, Canada, the small community in which we both live….
We are becoming polarized, divided and disconnected to the point that we seem completely unable to hear each other. It’s sad. This poem is about that. battle stations by…
My mother’s room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the nursing home. Her neighbour’s door was always open when I walked by. There…
I write with a friend twice a week in winter. Sometimes I write chapters for the book I’ve been working on for years and that may never be finished….
According to the YouTube video description, this incident occurred in Mons, Belgium. The video was posted on YouTube in 2019; as of February 11, 2024, it had more than…
This clip pretty much captures it. No words necessary really 🙂 <3 © 2022 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint,…
I wish The Fox and I hadn’t crashed in early November. And I wish I hadn’t suffered a broken left wrist and dislocated thumb, which I learned this week…
Often, when I feel I’m not being my best self, or living my best life or that others are not treating me in the way I deserve to be…
When I squeezed into a parking spot at the post office the other week, I noticed an elderly woman beside me at the rear of her car. A hatchback. As…